I Swear I Didn't Know ...
That it was a doll. I don't know where the mother found this freak of nature. First time I walked in the house and saw it with its head buried in the couch I was about to jump out of my skin.
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The part that bothers me the most about this doll is that it has no face. It' is forever the crying girl. Kind of creepy really.
And I think that will be the last photo I post to this blog. I always use the photos as a cheap way out. Just put up a picture say a few words and get back to killing things. Rather than put down the camera, however, I will use the cool little button that says "create a blog" and that will be my photoblog. Well it will start out as mine but I'll probably invite anyone who wants to join it. Now as I already have a file folder filled with photos waiting to hit the net I will spend the night contemplating the name / theme of the photo blog. I'm leaning towards Everyday Outrageous or Aesthetically Absurd. Probably the later based on an earlier writing of mine that can be viewed here. I have some other stuff there. But some of it is bad. Very, Very bad. Dont' read it.
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The part that bothers me the most about this doll is that it has no face. It' is forever the crying girl. Kind of creepy really.
And I think that will be the last photo I post to this blog. I always use the photos as a cheap way out. Just put up a picture say a few words and get back to killing things. Rather than put down the camera, however, I will use the cool little button that says "create a blog" and that will be my photoblog. Well it will start out as mine but I'll probably invite anyone who wants to join it. Now as I already have a file folder filled with photos waiting to hit the net I will spend the night contemplating the name / theme of the photo blog. I'm leaning towards Everyday Outrageous or Aesthetically Absurd. Probably the later based on an earlier writing of mine that can be viewed here. I have some other stuff there. But some of it is bad. Very, Very bad. Dont' read it.
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posted by Rich Rosenthal II at 1:16 AM
1 Comments:
that would certainly be rated high on the spooky scale for things to walk in on.
i hate those doll things. my grandmother had one that stood with its nose in the corner. the bad thing was that it was dressed like Chucky. not a pleasant thing to have in the house if you ask me.
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